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It’s Girl Scout cookie season again! This year the organization has devised a wily plan. Instant gratification. They know my weakness and have modified their marketing to take full advantage. We no longer need to place our order and wait for weeks before cookies are delivered. The girls already have the cookies. This year, you pay your money, and you’ve got cookies in hand.

It wasn’t that long ago that I had an incredibly robust willpower to avoid the temptations of desserts and sweet treats. I don’t know where it went, but lately there seems to be nothing stopping my cravings, and I’m not stopping my urge to act on them. I’m practicing willful ignorance. You can be sure that I know better.

What I need is a wearable device that operates like the GPS units popular in cars. Every time I put something in my mouth it could say, “Recalculating!” In the mean time, I’m bulking up while ignoring the brutal truth about the health of my choices.

Man, those Samoas® are GREAT!